i was dreaming. really, i was. i was having a conversation with a friend, and started to ask a question. i stopped midway through, looked up, and said, “i withdraw the question, your honor,” and then tried to figure out how to rephrase so it wasn’t leading.

you know you’ve been doing trial practice too long when your dream-conversations are masquerading as direct examinations. must. graduate. soon!

i am ethcially acceptable to the VA bar. now to pass the bar exam…

ack. return of the notes taken while falling asleep. glancing over the half-page i’ve scribbled on, there isn’t much that’s coherent.

protected speech: how would think of podru committee

feiner v. new york (’95): seminal case; has vile neighborhoods.
cantwell v. comcas connecticut (’46).

okay, mom, thanks for the quick rundown on red-headed birds. sounds like a yellow-bellied sapsucker (poor guy, with a name like that, no wonder he doesn’t associate with the other birds). looks more like a red crest than a full red head (he stopped by for several minutes this morning), and the wings are definitely b&w checked/stripey.

i think his crest is about the same color red as i dyed my hair in highschool. muah!

in other news…

the mock trial is OVER. DONE. FINITO. TERMINADO. GONE. IN THE PAST. holy crap. litigation is exhausting. i have no idea how public defenders do it on the salary of a secretary; i don’t think i could.

*yawn* i feel like i could sleep for a week. shouts go out to roommie james, who decided to forego a free screening of slither in favor of being a witness (and did a good job of it), and my co-counsel’s boyfriend, who was our other witness. and, of course, the two people who agreed to be witnesses for the plaintiff. it was a thankless job, but you guys rocked.

okay, so i’ve figured out what i’m wearing under my graduation robes.

absolutely nothing.

because i’ve decided not to walk. i’m just too damn stressed with classes/taxes/clinic/life to have to deal with the minutiae of cap & gown & crap.

having made the decision (and freaking out both mother and husband by announcing, “i’m not graduating!”) i feel much, much calmer. i sometimes forget that it’s okay not to do everything that’s expected of me. and sometimes “no” is the right answer.

(from the YKINMK file: it’s always the right answer when the question is “bukkake?” so don’t bother asking.)

as graduation approaches, i’m faced with the typical end-of-school-career question: what to wear under my graduation robes? (this post was prompted by matt’s graduation photos, and the fact that i forgot to have mine taken.)

here’s the rundown of what i’ve already done:
highschool: jeans and a sweatshirt
college: daisy dukes, sweatsocks, doc martens classic 8-eye boot, wifebeater and a funky bamboo bra. no, the bra wasn’t made of bamboo, that’s the brand. (wile e. coyote didn’t participate in the graduation ceremonies — he was a post-diploma gift.)

grad school: i honestly don’t remember, although i think it was a jeans & sweatshirt variant. i was mostly distracted by the salmon pink “hood” we were supposed to wear. (way to make an entire class look like they have giant vaginas on their backs.) UPDATE: as you can see, salmon pink hood thing. the bumper sticker on my mortarboard reads, “equal protection, my ass.” i was doomed to go to law school, i tell you.

so now i’m left with law school. the robes, as you can see from matt’s photos, are considerably more substantial than my college and grad school gowns. and that marvelous cap!

i’m tapped out of ideas. any suggestions? (”will compromise principles for money” across my forehead has already been suggested.)

i was sitting outside a courtroom at the h. carl moultrie i courthouse this morning, waiting for the day’s list of cases to be posted on the courtroom door. i was there on a minor matter — requesting a stay in a landlord/tenant case pending an agency decision. two women sat down in the seats next to me, and began talking.
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exams are on the horizon. so, of course, after getting home from law and measures against international terrorism, i put the chipper/shredder together and got to work grinding up the drifts of leaves that have accumulated in the yard. of course, me being me, i spent the first half hour or so (after the hour it took me to put the damn thing together… you’d think the people that write instruction manuals would have the sense to take photos actually showing the entire damn thing put together) testing the tolerances of the thing and tripping the circuit override. it works well enough; jams a bit too easily and doesn’t like wet branches so much. it’s heavy for me, but then, hey, i’m a skinny little chit of a thing. and it’s decent for working out some grumpiness.

grump. grump. grrrrrrrrrrrrrinding up sticks and leaves. grrrrrrrrr…..

…you read your own previous post and the last line makes you think of erie v. tomkins.